Chapter 1 – A Disturbance
The sands of Tatooine blew in the face of Malachi, and he squinted. He drew the hood of his robe over his head, and slid down the sand dune. Using the force, he drew his lightsabers. Malachi hit the buttons to extend the silver blades, just in time to deflect the blaster bolts that were headed his way. Ever since his master, Revan, had defeated one of the chieftains of the Tusken Raiders, life had never been easy for a Jedi on that seemingly forsaken planet. It was a long dune, measuring about fifty meters in Malachi's mind, but it wasn't the distance that was on his mind. He was wondering how quickly he would need to move so that he could evade and block their attacks. Rifles and Gaffi sticks weren't powerful weapons, but since the group was around forty warriors, half of which were elites, Malachi was wondering if Revan's training was enough. However, Malachi did remember a technique that Revan had taught him while they were on the ruins of Taris two years ago. The event rang true in his mind, and time seemed to slow down as he remembered his training……
Revan was standing on the exact same road he had tread on nearly eight years earlier, holding his purple single hilt lightsaber in his hand. "I've taught you all the lightsaber forms, and how to utilize the force in its basics, but now its time for me to teach you advanced maneuvers." Revan had once again donned his mask, but he only had half of it. The mask itself only covered his mouth, and it was grey and black, rather than the red of his days as a Sith Lord. Revan's skin was a fair complexion, and he had dark blue eyes that seemed to be godlike. You could still see the scar over his left eye that happened during his childhood though, where he was cut by a vibroblade by raiders that attacked his friends when he first became a Jedi. He was a true Jedi Master, and had seen both sides of the Force, and taught from the truths that he had seen with his own two eyes.
"Malachi, you are a Jedi Guardian, and you have become an excellent swordsman. You fight with the power of Tulak Horde, but your compassion is gentler than that of Bastilla herself. You have decided to take the same path as I, the way of a Grey Jedi. Today, I teach you a maneuver that helped me to defeat Czerka slavers on Kasshyyk. This maneuver is called Force Wave. This move is quite literally an explosion of Force Energy that works like a typhoon wind. It forces back anyone who is hit by it, and can send people into major disarray. Watch, as I move this rubble."
Revan focused for a moment, and then made a wave of his hand in a backhand motion. In an instant, it seemed as if heat waves were emitted from Revan's hand, and a large pile of rubble was sent flying forward, and fell from the high streets of Taris' former upper level. Revan looked at Malachi, and motioned for him to get up.
"Feel the force flow through your arm, Malachi. Let it go with strong motion to direct it in a specific area, and thrust your palm into the air for it to go in all directions. This technique will give you great assistance after I have left you?"
"What do you plan to do, Master?"
"There is a war that is being waged, Malachi. This war is not one that is just physical, but the battles are fought in the minds of all Jedi. The dark side has strength to it, but it cannot truly be mastered by any sentient life. It takes over, and turns you into a monster. However, the light side can give strength, but the teachings of the Jedi make one into a horrible pacifist, who hides an indecisive nature behind a code. Use the powers for what you know to be true. The answers will come in due time."
Malachi snapped back to his reality of combat, and lept off of the sand dune. He focused his energy onto his hand, and waved it forward. Instantly, a wave of Force energy swept forward, and pushed the Tusken Raiders to their backs. Malachi landed, and stabbed two of the Raiders while they were on the ground. As the others rose to their feet with their distinctive roaring, Malachi readied his lightsabers. He focused his energy into his body, and time itself seemed to slow down for him. Two Tusken raiders raised their rifles toward him, and he bent the barrels of the guns. He then took his lightsabers and stabbed them both in their chests. The then flipped over them, and landed on his knees. He threw the saber in his left hand, and sent it through five warriors, and at the same time beheaded two Raiders with his other hand. He brought the blade back toward him, and once he grabbed it, he beheaded two more Raiders on each side of him. Then, he lept into the air, and used a maneuver he had seen in Tulak Horde's holocrons. While upside down, he used the Force to spin himself in the air with his blades extended. He cut the throats of seven more Raiders, and then landed on his feet. He then let down one of his blades, and grabbed another using the force. He lifted it into the air, then put his open palm into a fist, crushing the spine of the Raider. The remaining Tusken Raiders saw this, and fled for their very lives. Malachi didn't pursue them, but couldn't help but laugh at how fearsome Jedi look after they draw their lightsabers.
"Sometimes I wonder why they try."
Malachi then felt a disturbance in the Force. He raised his head, and looked toward the west. He felt the presence of another Jedi, and it seems that this Jedi had been captured. He could hear the man's desperation, and anger toward those who held him captive. Malachi jumped into the air and over the sand dune he had slid on before, and jumped onto his swoop bike. He took off toward the disturbance, only hoping he would get there in time.